The beast head had regained its head, but that wasn't really what stopped the WaterLord's attack.
In the middle of the room, at the center of a very large hole, stood a...person covered in green fire. They looked like a person to Eamon; they had a human figure even under the bulky cloth they wore. Their head was covered in a dark, rusty helmet.
"What is that?"
Eamon shook his head. "The Artifact has three Bounds. One for defense and two for attacks. They always change with each use....I don't know what that is. But...it obeys me."
'...I hope...'
Eamon had never actually used the Artifact. He was only coached on how to use it because one of its drawbacks was that it would fall into dormancy when used. And the longer it stayed unused, the stronger it became.
"You actually stopped by Silver Fall. What type of undead is this?" WaterLord Freya asked with curiosity, her right hand still pulsing with power.
